Please get up, please get up,
as she holds her lifeless boyfriend around his waist,
she hoped to hear a gasp of air.
The bedsheet was too tight around his neck,
so she started screaming for help.
Caught in a state of shock,
she begged the man who heard her pleaing for help to get him down.
As I looked at him, his knees were bent, and his face blue.
When she touched him,
she felt frozen in time; she told herself this is not happening.
Upstairs away from my room and the room next to mine,
where he decided to take his life was the only place I knew.
My home and family completely shattered,
and a hole in my heart that you battered.
She's in denial, asking the paramedics if there is a pulse,
as the coroner is in the driveway,
and I am watching my best friend being zipped up in a body bag.
New Years Eve 2012 will never be the same,
that was the day I was the one to blame.
Murderer, heartless bitch, should have killed him yourself
was what I was told; just to mention a few,
was only the beginning of this battle without you.